Blue Sacrifice (Blue Davison) Read Free

day.
    “Meet me at 56 Boone Street, next to the donut
shop.”
    Flynn lost his smile. “What’s there?”
    “A real comfy spot between two dumpsters where we
can talk. You’ll need to be quick though. I have a busy evening tonight.”
    Flynn frowned. “Quick how?”
    “Don’t play coy. We both know what you want and
I’m game.”
    His green eyes watched me then he smiled. “I’ll
meet you. What time?”
    “Five?”
    “Perfect. We’ll have dinner.”
    Rolling my eyes, I pushed past him. “I don’t want
to date you, Finn.”
    “Flynn, but I think you knew that.”
    Sighing, I stopped walking and glanced back.
“You’re right. That was rude, Flynn. I should treat you better since you saved
me long enough for my tumor to heal. Have a great day.”
    “I’ll see you at five then?” he called out and I
just shrugged.
    Flynn was achingly beautiful and I suspected he
was probably an above decent lover. The manwhores usually were from all of the
practice, but I didn’t really want to encourage him. On the other hand, a guy
like him would be less interested once I put out. They loved the chase, so I
would give in and enjoy his beauty. Then I would tell him I’d see him at school
and instead jump off of the bridge. Sounded like a solid plan.
    After school, Lacey drove me home in her power
blue VW Bug. Listening to the radio, she clicked her power blue nails against
her power blue leather steering wheel. Adjusting her power blue sweater under
her power blue jacket, she smiled at me. Oh yeah, Lacey was a big fan of power
blue.
    It was my fault or really my mom’s. When I was seven,
I was invited to one of the many parties the Zandis threw on a very regular
basis. The family celebrated everything. Half birthdays, anniversaries of overseas
vacations, and every milestone they could think of. I couldn’t remember what that
particular party was for, but I was invited because I was officially Lacey’s
best friend by then.
    My mom made a decent living as a legal assistant,
but we couldn’t afford super fancy outfits for every occasion. I had one nice
dress and it was blue. My mom always told me she picked the dress because of my
eyes, not my name, but people didn’t care. As Blue, I was expected to wear blue
and I fought the expectation. Though truth be told, I have always looked pretty
amazing in blue.
    Lacey’s mom Amira decided since we were best
friends, her daughter should theme her dress to mine. This was what people did
when they had so much money and time on their hands. They themed everything. While
my mom made fun of the Zandis, she always said she would theme everything too
if we were rich.
    So Amira bought her daughter a power blue dress to
go with mine and Lacey was livid. She wanted pink. Her older sister Alyssa wore
pink. Pink was girly, but blue was for boys. Oh, the humanity when Lacey first
saw the blue dress. How would she ever stand out next to her prettier older sister
when she was wearing blue?
    At the party, every guest fawned over Lacey’s
power blue ballerina-style dress. They told her again and again how lovely she
looked. It was one of the few occasions when Lacey received more compliments
than Alyssa and power blue was the reason.
    Flash forward nine years and Lacey was a power
blue addict. Everything had to be that color if she was to shine. The weirdest
part wasn’t her color obsession, but Lacey’s assertion that she was a tomboy
because she wore blue. Compared to me and my jeans and tees, Lacey dressed like
the frigging Queen of England. Yet compared to her princess sister, she did
seem a bit boyish.
    “Will I see you tomorrow?” Lacey asked, her dark
eyes worried. “If you’re going to leave, I need to prepare.”
    “I’m not sure.”
    “Call me tonight and let me know. If you don’t
jump and I spend the morning thinking you have, you’ll ruin another day for
me.”
    “Sorry,” I muttered.
    “Don’t be like that. You know what I mean.
Feelings aren’t my